Long shot. City. Night. Suddenly revealed--crisp and
sparkling with lights. Camera pans down and over:
A lonely street full of parked cars. The singing diminishes
but a thread of it remains. A car has just parked. The
headlights snap off. A MAN emerges whistling the same
melody and pulls some gifts from the front seat. He slams
the door and starts down the street in the direction of a
house with bright windows. He must pass an empty lot full
of rusty grass and litter which lies in darkness between two
As the MAN walks by the lot, still whistling, a GROUP OF
FIGURES rises silently from the grass, figures who have been
lying in concealment until now. They step noiselessly onto
the pavement and follow the MAN. At the sound of their
boots the whistling stops.
The MAN glances behind him and sees the figures walking
after him, filling the pavement. A street light shows them
to be boys and girls and all quite young. The MAN moves on
more swiftly and the sound of their pursuit increases. He
begins to run toward the lighted house and the following
steps run too. Suddenly he stops under the next street
light and turns to face the figures. They are upon him and
around him quickly. Nobody speaks for a moment, then one of
the boys grins. His name is BUZZ. He is big and filled
with an awareness of his own masculinity.
That was pretty what you were
whistling. Whistle some more.
The MAN whistles a nervous phrase, trying to make a joke of
the situation which he doesn't understand.
You got a cigarette?